"Dea!" She grinned and shook his hand, stub of a tail twitching. "Hmph... this doesn't come off as easily as I'd hoped.. you're no fun tin man...." She pouted looking at his hand, examining the structure of his arm. "How does it stay on..? I wonder if I have any tools that could-"

"Dea..."

"Yes?"

"You're doing it again."

"Doin' what?"

"Taking your head talking and running it out your mouth."

".....Oh..."